Watt grabbed her wrist, gave it a tug, pulling her body to collide with his chest.
His arms firmly encircled her body, Watt flipped over, pressing her beneath him, and bent down to kiss her.
"Just a few nights, is that really enough?" His voice carried a low chuckle, Sumr Sutton’s words were teasingly turned into sothing more suggestive by him.
Sumr Sutton was already accustod to his shalessness, glared at him, and ignored him.
Watt continued kissing her, the kisses fell on her softly, much gentler than the previous nights.
Pecking at her lips, he took her hand, his lips slowly moved down along her arm, landing kisses in the crook of her arm and palm.
He lingered at her palm for quite a while, his face slowly lifted, "Sumr, give so ti, hmm?"
Sumr Sutton was montarily unsure of what he ant.
Was he talking about moving back to Morning Garden, returning to Adrian Walyon’s identity?
Watt offered no explanation, burying his face, he kissed her intently.
Tonight, he was exceptionally patient, Sumr Sutton initially didn’t want to respond to him, but eventually, she couldn’t withstand it.
Her arms hugged him tightly, she uttered sounds beneath him that were impossible to suppress...
The whole night, the entire living room, strange noises never ceased...
...
When Sumr Sutton woke up the next day, Watt was not there again.
She had grown accustod to his early departures every morning, reappearing in the middle of the night, Sumr Sutton gritted her teeth cursing him inwardly, but wasn’t overly concerned.
Just starting breakfast, Marshall Quinn appeared in the villa.
"Miss Sutton, the young master asked to co." Marshall Quinn looked at her and said.
He already ntioned that Watt sent him, so she naturally understood the purpose of his visit.
To help her move.
Sumr Sutton heavily suspected that Watt wanted her to move in to make those nightly crazy activities more convenient.
Sumr Sutton actually didn’t want to go, especially not for such a reason.
Now, Watt made her feel more like a bedmate than a spouse.
However, considering the ointnt she brought back hadn’t been tried on him, Sumr Sutton still went upstairs to pack her belongings briefly, handed them over to Marshall Quinn to take to Watt’s villa, then went to work at Royal Delight.
...
At the end of the day’s work, Sumr Sutton went to Watt’s villa around five o’clock.
Today she returned very early, leaving as soon as work ended.
She thought, given Watt’s recent return ti, showing up at the villa now ant he certainly wouldn’t be there.
Unexpectedly, upon entering the living room, she found him lazily sitting on the couch, seemingly waiting for her.
Seeing him like this left Sumr Sutton a bit stunned.
"Not busy today?" Sumr Sutton looked at him and asked puzzled.
"No matter how busy, I have to accompany my wife, don’t I?" Watt replied snappily, picking up a magazine on the couch to flip through.
Sumr Sutton was particularly disdainful of his words.
Yeah right, in all those days before, how co he didn’t think of accompanying her?
Sumr Sutton stared at him for a long ti, unable to figure out what he was doing.
Not understanding him, Sumr Sutton went upstairs to change into a fresh dress, then went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Just as she entered, Watt followed her into the kitchen.
Sumr Sutton turned her back to him, doing her own thing.
Watt’s gaze fell on her, watching her busy, his eyes constantly fixated on the hem of her skirt.
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